Night 48: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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[from here]Another hallway, which meant that he needed to slow his steps to a jog and turn on his flashlight. His light shifted over the walls quickly, up, down, around him, and even toward the floor, as if little black heads with yellow beady eyes would suddenly pop out and attack him. Though he didn't have any idea what most of the monsters

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Nothing new to see. On the other hand, there weren't any monsters or hallucinations or voices of his dead friend coming through the intercom, so it wasn't like Harvey could complain too much about everything being quiet. He wasn't the kind of guy who backed down from a fight, but in this case, he wasn't looking for one, either. He'd pick one with Landel, sure, but he wasn't sure he'd ever get that opportunity, as frustrating as that was.

He was almost at the stairs, though. Squaring his shoulders and holding tight onto both his flashlight and his weapon, Harvey kept moving.

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